WTF Did I Do

A Deal With the Devil

The second time Jeongguk wakes up is peaceful. This time his heart isn't pounding and his body feels almost normal, heavy but comfortable and warm. His eyes flutter and he squirms a bit as he wakes up more, contently burying his face into his pillow. The sweet smell of fresh laundry and buttery sugar linger on the fabric, making his magic purr. The warmth of his cocoon mixed with the grogginess of sleeping too much weigh heavily on his mind, tempting to pull him back under but the sudden pang in his stomach forces a change of plans. Grunting in discomfort Jeongguk pulls an extra pillow closer and curls his body around it. His stomach gurgles again in warning when he refuses to move and with a displeased whine, he forces his body up. He regrets it immediately, however, when a sudden wave of light-headedness hits him hard. This time he whimpers in pain, one hand clutching his head and the other arm wrapped around his stomach. Taking deep breaths through his mouth, Jeongguk mutters a pain relieving spell to dull the nausea accompanying his spinning head. Still clutching his stomach he looks around, surprised to see how dark it is outside compared to the soft light from his bedside lamp. Shifting his body to head back against the headboard, he raises a brow at his naked state in confusion before the last 24 hours or so hit him like a brick.

"Holy fuck," he gasps, eyes widening as he remembers the incubus. Heat floods to his cheeks as he recalls their intense activities, increasing his heart rate. Then he remembers the fight; the anger and the pain rendering his body useless. A hand flies up his chest between his shoulder and collarbone, searching for the gaping and messy wound left behind by acidic fangs. Fear spikes but morphs into confusion when his fingers trace over smooth skin. Frowning, Jeongguk cautiously moves his body, mentally cataloging other injuries, only to find nothing? He's sure he didn't image the incident. Hell, there's no way his brain could come with such a detailed sexual encounter, especially since he's never been with another guy but the more he checks over his body and around his room he's no longer sure. There's nothing out of place or signalling the presence of an unbound hellion. He takes another whiff of the sheets in his hands excepting to smell the scent of baking but now he smells nothing but the fresh lavender scent of his detergent.

"Did, was that a dream?" He's baffled and a bit impressed his brain is so meticulous with the intimate details of something he's never thought about before but something still doesn't feel right. His necklace feels cool under his collarbone, a small comforting presence he holds onto as he double checks everything. Closing his eyes he searches inside himself until he reaches the calm space inside his soul. The friendly presence of his magic reaches out to him, surging happily towards him. A breathless giggle rushes out when his magic comes to him unbidden. It's never happened before. Soul magic is always a finicky thing. It's stubborn, a separate entity from the soul it resides in, often requiring gentle coaxing and great skill before it acquiesces to the wants of its vessel. And here his is, leaving a soothing tingling in his extremities as it flows through him excitedly. A wide smile spreads across his face and he lets his body relax completely until it returns to his soul.

Suddenly, the excitement is gone. Jeongguk can still feel the happy undertones but now an intense sense of longing fills him. Keeping his eyes closed, his hand slides down to rest over his heart. Fingers curl in at the intense feeling of loneliness. "You're being ridiculous," he chides himself with a frown. "It was just a drunken dream." He's slightly irritated but he can't help but miss the male from his dream. It's not just the imagined touches or how mind blowing the hellion was. He misses him on a deeper level. His magic copes at him softly, rippling sadly and curling around his soul.